Baby,  Kids,  Lifestyle,  Motherhood

The MOTHERHOOD diaries: My first year

post delivery

When my husband and I first brought Alisa home from the hospital, we were filled with so many different emotions. We were more than a little overwhelmed.

I remember sitting with my husband and my parents in the kitchen and she was next to us in her lounge chair sleeping. I was looking at her and my heart wasn’t beating in excitement, I was doomed…wondering why on earth we ever decided to have a baby.

Neither of us had ever held a newborn, let alone changed a dirty diaper, and once the wonderful world of sleep deprivation took its hold on us, the most basic tasks started to feel impossible. The fear started to crawl and now I was falling into the depression state. I was scared. I didn’t know what to expect and how my life will look like from now on, it felt like my life was over.

Then the reality kicked in. I didn’t love the early days. The first few nights at home are so very hard. Phew. Just so hard. I don’t know how in the world my partner and I ever make it out alive, and still together.

She was not a good sleeper and also not a good eater (still is), 1+1 = exhausting /horror/rough life. I hated myself back then because I wasn’t in control anymore. I wasn’t happy or joyful. I was sad. Sad to say goodbye to freedom, to living on a whim, to being who I was. I couldn’t go wherever/whenever I wanted to, I couldn’t eat when I wanted, I couldn’t sleep when I wanted, I actually barely slept at all for the first year and it summed up, I ended up being in how they called it “baby blues” (not “postpartum depression”, don’t confuse these two as there is a huge difference).

Also, I thought something is wrong with me because I didn’t feel that unconditional love everyone is chipping about. I felt a sense of “mama bear” over the tiny human but there wasn’t that instant firework show that everyone thinks will happen. One day, you’ll see your kids playing in the yard and think “how amazing are these little people”. But that comes with all the hard work you put in. Now I love them more and more each day and I live for their morning smiles!

Having a newborn was nothing like I thought it was going to be. We all have visions of life with a new baby. When you played dolls, your dolls only cried if you pretended they did. I thought it was going to be feeding, cuddles, lots of sleep, and diaper changes. I fast realized how much babies are capable of crying, how hard your own babies cry hurts your heart, and how emotional I became due to hormonal changes after giving birth. I didn’t think I would need help from my mom, but boy was I wrong.

I was daydreaming how I open my eyes and everything would disappear, I would wake up and realize it was just a dream, a bad dream.

I remember I was so happy when either my parents or Sasha could be with Alisa and I had a chance to go to the shower. Remember me staying there under running water with closed eyes thinking “WTF… How I ended up here?” and for 5-10 minutes I was daydreaming how I open my eyes and everything would disappear, I would wake up and realize it was just a dream, bad dream.

I was looking forward to those “shower times” as this was the only time I felt normal again. And could for 10 minutes just relax and be there for myself.

Every weekend when we gave Alisa to my parents I thought of the old days and planned lots of activities, friend gatherings, and parties. The reality – we were both sleeping by 9 pm after watching some series on Netflix and eating baaaaaaad staff.

Wine became my best friend. No, we still didn’t meet in the mornings, I’m ok with coffee for now but there were some days I even were thinking about welcoming vodka at 9 am.

I hated nights. Because I was so scared to go to bed…Like really cold feet scared. Because I knew that no matter how badly I want to sleep I will not… Did I mention before Alisa wasn’t a good sleeper? 🙂 And as soon as I was falling asleep she would wake up, me trying to get her back to sleep, nursing (did I mention she was a bad eater??), rocking, wtfing and other creepy stuff you do to make your baby fall asleep. But as soon as I got her into the crib she would wake up again and let’s repeat the same for 10 times a night for another 6 months… But then I decide to talk to other mommies, how smart am I? Huh? 🙂 Thanks god this idea came to me before my kid turned 30… And for the first time in my life I’ve heard about sleep training.

Since that day my life changed. My baby was still waking up at night but now I was just waiting for her to fall back asleep on her own, sometimes not even fully waking up myself. Everything fell apart after our trip to Minsk, where we had to share the bed and co-sleep, my baby wasn’t the same after that and didn’t want to sleep on her own ever since. But this is another story.

Can you imagine my feelings when I’ve got pregnant with our second child?.. I’ve cried. And can’t really say because I was happy. But I didn’t think of abortion as well. I just thought it shouldn’t get worse than it was. And you know I was right. It didn’t. Moreover, I’ve become whole again. With the second child you already know the consequences of motherhood, you know you’re dumped and can’t have your life back as it was before, so you just accept the reality and start to learn to use lemons life gives you to make lemonade. With the second child, you’re experienced! Oh yeh! SO much of experience LOL! But anyway, it’s easier. You already were pooped or peed over, you had colicy baby at least for a day, you saw tantrums, you’re ok with drinking in the first half of the day, and you’re a pro at sleeping no more than 3 hours at night and still don’t have an urge to kill people (at least you good at pretending that you don’t).

Now I know you won’t believe me, but I enjoyed newborn-hood with subsequent children. By the birth of my second, I actually enjoyed it. My second was better, better delivery, better sleeper, better eater. The First 6 months was rough, exhausting, but now, Dobby is free! My kids start to play with each other, they beat each other, not me :))) and as time passes it will be easier and easier. I’ll be honest and say that in my opinion, the older the kids get, the more fun they are.

I can say I’m thankful for our unexpected surprise in face of my second child. And I’m thankful to Alisa for making me a mama. I love my two elves no matter how hard it was for me to accept my new “mom” role and no matter how hard it will be to go with them through their toddler/teen tantrums in the future.

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